Brothers Poem by John I Nash

My brother, my brother for one another we did fight, hand to hand was our plight, not an easy sight.

When a bullet went through my heart, I no longer could bear the fight.
In death no peace did I have, as brother after brother did join me in the darkness that night.

One and all broken in body but not in soul, divinity did look upon us, and we did salute him, our duty now done to God and country.

This day, in the distant land of our homes the bells did toll, as they read our names, one and all, brother after brother.

Like no others, we lay shoulder to shoulder, but no older, silver wings now taking us to our loved ones, a cloth of three colors does give us comfort as it covers the gray metal that has become our vessel.

Despair not, for we are now - -without charge, and have died in cause of our nation, that we so honored, we gave our all.

Brother for brother soldiers all, may God now rest our souls.

Copy Write 1/2/2017
J I Nash